Milk & Honey

Lyrics

[Intro] Look at shorty, son (Word) [Verse 1] Uh, shorty is hot as it get She ill, ain't a lot of chicks exotic as this A perfect specimen, mommy is it, and you ain't gotta be A doc to see her body is sick, and when she move To the music, I lose it, she too thick And always wear exclusive, new shit Designer shirts and jeans, hair stay done up Tie up shirts with the strings halfway strung-up Uh, showin' her cleavage off With a strut in her walk like a diva floss Every squeeze is soft, her skin is that smooth A lot of sensitive spots and hidden tattoos From coast to coast, she like to pose in clothes Shoes with open toes? You look dope in those I got no composure and no control when you Expose a little more than you're supposed to show [Chorus] Ladies from New York, California, Chicago The Midwest to South to Ciaro We're off to Japan, to Morocco It feel good in your hands like silk and money Dress ghetto with dress like a model Sweet as sugar but act like she hard though On the block or the front row at Ra's show They turn and halt to the land of milk and honey [Verse 2] Look, every stitch of her clothes fit her J. Lo figure, wanna lay low with her She don't get with no nigga for chips and no glitter Ballers try to stick her, she pitched a no-hitter I'm quick to go get her, fuck blowin' a horn Knock on the door while she's throwin' it on She pin it up or wear it out, mommy's ready Look good with any hairstyle like Halle Berry Dress like a debutante wherever you get to flaunt Club, concert or restaurant Whatever you want, ain't nothin' you ain't already got Niggas can't warm you up, you already hot You go to college, a job, your own dollars, and wheels Nail polish, beauty parlor, get a massage and chill for real How does it feel to know you got the goddess appeal? Damn, you make a nigga wanna holler for real [Chorus] Ladies from New York, California, Chicago The Midwest to South to Ciaro We're off to Japan, to Morocco It feel good in your hands like silk and money Dress ghetto with dress like a model Sweet as sugar but act like she hard though On the block or the front row at Ra's show They turn and halt to the land of milk and honey [Verse 3] They can't understand you 'cause you over the top They watch you go up the block, you know that you hot The type of chick that like to save her dough up and shop And put that bomb shit on and blow up the spot I could see you at the beach, martini cup Wet body, Brazilian bikini cut In a Tahiti hut, we chillin' with glow So appealin', plus you got the genie touch You don't play when you got that NBA short dress on Make it bounce even with a full-court press on Lady in her bell jers', back and stomach out We can get it poppin' like that gum in your mouth And I love the thing you do when you play with your hair I take you to affairs with your tasteful wear Them other lady players? They hate what you wear 'Cause you look like a player's playmate of the year [Chorus] Ladies from New York, California, Chicago The Midwest to South to Ciaro We're off to Japan, to Morocco It feel good in your hands like silk and money Dress ghetto with dress like a model Sweet as sugar but act like she hard though On the block or the front row at Ra's show They turn and halt to the land of milk and honey